Chapter 15

Sloane was arranging files in her cabin when the door opened with a light knock. She looked up and paused. Ethan Scott stepped inside, tall and striking, with the kind of easy confidence that seemed to wrap the air around him. His sharp jawline and calm grey eyes spoke of both discipline and quiet charm. He carried a folder in his hand, the scent of pine clinging faintly to him. “Sloane,” he greeted, offering the folder. “I thought this might interest you.” She frowned, taking it, and glanced at the bold lettering across the top: National Healer’s Skill Competition. Only the best doctors in the country were invited. Her brows drew together in confusion. “Do you… need me to make more copies of this?” she asked carefully. Ethan chuckled, the sound smooth, genuine. “No. I want you to be my partner.” Her lips parted in surprise. “Partner?” “Yes,” he said simply, leaning against her desk. “The competition is about skill and synergy. Healers working in pairs under intense pressure. It’s the